This short story assembles zones out of the empty spaces that appear once the human element is not made more relevant than furniture, sounds or ambience and where part of the intentionality that we would attribute to humans is instead embedded in the place itself.
Published on the Centre for Experimental Ontology’s journal Parasol #5 — Zones.
Extracts
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Spotlights shine on a woman in the centre of the room; the space is empty otherwise. She wears a semi-transparent adherent silicon gown of a colour complementary to her skin, highlighting her abundant shapes.
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Four pink yoga mats are haphazardly laid on the ground, one of which bears the negative image of a man’s face (almond eyes, generous lips, thick beard). This image is not, as one could initially led to believe, a sweat mark indicating recent usage.
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there are no sunsets nor sunrises that would mark the passage of time — if, indeed, time passes at all in this place — but at regular intervals one can hear Allegri’s Miserere being performed in beatboxing.
